Nick Eastwood - Horny to bed wife

Stretched Out naked on her king-sized bed, Sally Anderson ran her hands over her tall sleek body. Her skin was silky and warm, very pleasant to touch. She pretended her husband Jim was caressing her, trailing his hands from her big firm tits down to the springy curls of her bush.

"Mmmmm, yessss," she sighed.

Jim would be home soon, but meanwhile she could fantasize about him. She rubbed her palms over her large cone-shaped red nipples and felt them go stiff and throbbing. When her nipples were fully erect, she ran her hands down to her dark triangular bush and pressed the pouting mound beneath. Hot cream leaked from the mouth of her hungry twat.

She'd been feeling so horny lately, but never more horny than tonight. She and Jim just hadn't found much time for fucking the last couple of months. Sally was a registered nurse, Jim was a doctor, and often their heavy schedules interfered with their sex life. Tonight Sally hoped they could make up for lost time. She was way overdue for a long hard fuck.

She slid off the bed and strolled over to the full-length bedroom mirror. It reflected a lovely young woman of twenty-six, tall, with shining brown hair that fell below her shoulders. She had a slender but curvy body, great long legs, and large tits that thrust out firmly. Sally knew she was a very sexy lady. She just wished Jim appreciated that fact a little more. Maybe after seven years the magic was going out of their marriage.

She opened the closet and took out the sexy negligee she'd bought especially for this evening. It was floor-length, black and semi-sheer, showing the outline of her luscious body and the shadows of her bush and nipples. The gown was guaranteed to arouse any man under ninety. She slipped it on and admired herself in the mirror. Just then she heard Jim's key in the lock of their apartment door.

Sally strolled out into the living room just in time to see her handsome thirty-year-old husband toss his jacket onto the couch and sink into a chair.

"Jesus,'" he sighed, "I'm bushed."

"Poor baby," Sally cooed, brushing up against his arm, "would you like something to eat?"

"No thanks," he said, "I caught some dinner in the cafeteria. But a martini would be nice."

"Of course, darling," Sally said.

She wiggled her hips as she strolled to the portable bar, and she undulated her body when she returned, but Jim seemed to be looking right through her. She handed him his drink and perched on the arm of his chair, running her fingers through his thick auburn hair. She could tell that his mind was far away on something else.

"Rough day?" she asked

"Uh-huh," he said. "How about turning on the tube? I think there's a baseball game."

Oh, super, Sally thought in disgust.

She turned on the TV and went to the bedroom to read. She wasn't interested in baseball, and she definitely wasn't interested in watching Jim watch baseball. All she cared about was getting some relief for the nagging need in her pussy. She waited patiently, until she was positive that nine innings had passed, and still Jim didn't come to bed. She returned to the living room and found him sound asleep in his chair.

"Fabulous," she sighed.

"Huh?" Jim exclaimed, waking with a start.

"It's bedtime, lover," Sally sighed. "Come on, before you get a cramp in your neck." She turned out the lights as Jim plodded to the bedroom.

She watched him hungrily as he undressed. He was really well built, six feet tall, broad-shouldered and lean. His body was well-muscled and hairy. Sally felt scalding juice leaking from her famished cunt and dribbling down her inner thighs as her naked husband got into bed. She pulled off her negligee and crawled in beside him.

Jim started to reach for the bedside lamp, but Sally snuggled up to him and kissed him, darting her hot little tongue into his mouth.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she said huskily.

"That's nice, honey," he yawned, "but I've gotta get some sleep." He turned out the light and rolled away from her.

"Jim," Sally said distinctly, "we haven't fucked in three weeks."

"Uh-huh," he muttered, already falling asleep.

Sally didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jim really knew how to make a girl feel sexy! She'd practically thrown herself at him, and he'd yawned in her face. Now he was snoring, and she was lying there aching with lust. Her pussy was swollen and red-hot, and her starved twat just wouldn't quit leaking that hot sticky juice. She was dying to be fucked, but obviously Jim wasn't going to help her out.

"Damn it all," she sighed.

She didn't want to masturbate. It always made her feel like a guilty little kid. But she had to get some relief for her lust or go crazy. She rolled far over to her side of the bed and slid a hand between her legs. Her pussy was blazing hot, engorged, and very wet. She rubbed the puffed flesh and sighed with longing.

Even the slightest touch of her fingers against her swollen gash gave her a shiver of pleasure. But what she really wanted was her husband's big stiff cock. Moaning softly, she slipped one stiff finger up the velvety little tunnel of her cunt. Her finger wasn't half as big as Jim's cock. She slid a second finger into her seething box.

Better, but still not big enough. Sally shoved a third stiff finger up her cunt. That was more like it. The three bunched fingers felt like a huge hard prick. She began to jerk them in a rough cock-like motion, and she felt hot blasts of pleasure radiating from her cunt and ripping through her steaming pussy.

"Ahhhhh, yes," she moaned.

She knew Jim wouldn't hear her, no matter how loud she got. She moaned, sighed and gurgled with pleasure as she finger-fucked herself. God knows she needed the release, after nearly a month without sex. She'd even refrained from masturbating, hoping she and Jim could get together. Well, she could see now that there was no point in waiting for Jim. If she wanted to get off, she'd have to do it herself.

As she eagerly pistoned her bunched fingers in her heavily juicing cunt, she wondered what was the matter with Jim lately. It used to be that if he was horny, he'd always find a way for them to get together. Now he wasn't horny, or he was just too tired to fuck. Even on their few nights at home together, he preferred TV to pussy. It was becoming maddening for Sally.

Well, she wouldn't worry about it tonight. She had to work tomorrow, too, and she needed her rest. Sometime tomorrow she'd get Jim alone and demand that they talk out their problem-or rather his problem. Right now she was just going to have fun. She pumped her stiff fingers faster and harder in her molten-hot cunt and felt the pleasure building in her pussy until she could hardly stand it.

"Unnnnhhh, so damned good," she whimpered.

She lay on her back, bent legs lolling wide open, just the way she liked to lie when Jim fucked her. She liked to open herself to him completely, taking his steel-hard cock as deep as she could. Now she plowed her fingers all the way to her womb, stuffing her cunt with the hard meat, pretending Jim was fucking her.

"Yessss, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she hissed.

She frigged herself faster, panting and whimpering with ecstasy. She hadn't realized just how badly she needed to come, how desperately she needed to be fucked. Damn Jim anyway! Maybe he never got horny any more, but she sure did. She pumped her fingers with lightning-like speed and felt herself spinning over the edge into a body-rocking climax.

"Ahhhh, GOD! AAAHHHHH!" she wailed.

She went on wailing as her body shook and rocked in violent pleasurespasms, but she didn't even disturb the rhythm of Jim's snoring. Afterwards she fell asleep easily, for the first time in weeks. All she'd needed was to come Why couldn't Jim realize that? And just what was turning him off sex? Tomorrow they'd definitely have to have a talk.